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Behind Closed Doors - part 2

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You and Lawrence sit on a couch backstage, surrounded by dim lighting and soft music. You’re deep in conversation about your shared fetish, your voices low and intimate.

‘I’ve always been fascinated by the power dynamic,’ you confess. ‘The idea of someone in a position of authority using it to seduce or control another person … it’s just so erotic.’

Lawrence nods, his eyes locked on yours. ‘For me, it’s about the stories,’ he says. ‘Hearing about these taboo encounters, the thrill of the forbidden … it drives me wild.’

You lean in closer, your heart racing as you share your most secret desires with this stranger who somehow understands you better than anyone else. ‘I’ve always fantasized about being seduced by a vicar,’ you whisper. ‘The idea of giving myself to someone who’s supposed to be pure and chaste … it’s such a delicious contradiction.’

Lawrence’s eyes darken, and he reaches out to trace his finger along your jawline. ‘Tell me more,’ he murmurs.

You shiver at his touch, feeling a wave of arousal wash over you. ‘I imagine him wearing his clerical collar, his hands on my body as he tells me all the dirty things he wants to do to me …’

Lawrence’s breath catches in his throat, and he leans in even closer. ‘And what do you want him to do to you?’

You close your eyes for a moment, letting the fantasy wash over you. When you open them again, Lawrence is watching you intently, his desire palpable. ‘I want him to take control,’ you say, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘To use his authority to make me submit to his every whim.’

Lawrence’s fingers tighten on your arm, and he pulls you even closer. ‘Tell me about the last time you experienced this,’ he says, his voice rough with desire. ‘I need to know everything.’

You hesitate for a moment, then decide to trust him with your most intimate secret. ‘It was a few months ago,’ you begin. ‘I met a man at a bar … he was older, and there was something about him that just drew me in.’

Lawrence’s eyes are locked on yours as you continue your story. You tell him about the way this stranger commanded your attention, how his voice seemed to resonate deep within you, making you crave his touch. You describe the intensity of the encounter, the way he made you feel both incredibly powerful and completely vulnerable at the same time.

As you share your experience, Lawrence’s fingers trace patterns on your arm, sending shivers down your spine. His eyes never leave yours, and you can see the hunger in them growing with each word you speak.

When you finally reach the climax of your story – the moment when you surrendered completely to this stranger’s will – Lawrence lets out a soft groan. ‘That’s incredible,’ he breathes. ‘I can’t tell you how much hearing that turns me on.’

You smile, feeling a rush of excitement at the effect your story has had on him. ‘Tell me one of your fantasies,’ you say. ‘I want to know what drives you wild.’

Lawrence hesitates for a moment, then leans in close to whisper in your ear. ‘There’s this one story I wrote … it’s about a young woman who seduces her priest during confession. She knows exactly what she’s doing, using her body and her words to manipulate him into giving in to his desires.’

You can feel yourself growing wet at the thought of such a bold, confident woman taking control of her own pleasure. ‘What happens next?’ you ask, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Lawrence’s fingers slide up your arm, brushing against the sensitive skin on the inside of your elbow. ‘She unbuttons her blouse,’ he says, his voice low and rough with desire. ‘And as she confesses her sins, she exposes more and more of her body to him.’

You close your eyes, letting the image play out in your mind. You can see the young woman standing before the priest, her blouse open to reveal her lacy bra and the swell of her breasts. She’s looking at him with a mix of defiance and desire, daring him to take what she’s offering.

As Lawrence continues his story, you feel your arousal building, your body responding to the vivid images he’s creating in your mind. When he finally reaches the climax – the moment when the priest gives in to his desires and takes the young woman right there in the confessional – you can’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure.

Lawrence’s eyes darken, and he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. ‘I want to make that fantasy a reality,’ he whispers. ‘With you.’

You feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought of being the one to bring Lawrence’s erotic fantasies to life. As he continues to share more intimate stories and memories, you find yourself growing increasingly turned on by the idea of exploring this shared fetish together.

The tension between you builds with each passing moment, until it becomes too much to bear. Finally, Lawrence pulls you close, his lips crashing down on yours in a passionate kiss that leaves you breathless. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour as he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual dance that sends sparks of pleasure throughout your entire being.

As the intensity of your passion grows, you can’t help but wonder where this shared desire will lead you next. Will you continue to explore your mutual fetish together? Will you push each other to new heights of erotic experience? Only time will tell, but one thing is certain – with Lawrence by your side, the possibilities are endless.


You’re sitting on a couch in a private room backstage after the podcast recording, your heart still racing from the intimate conversation you’ve been having with Lawrence. You take a deep breath and decide it’s time to share one of your most personal experiences with him.

“Lawrence,” you begin, “I’ve never told anyone this before, but I discovered my fetish for Vicarphilia when I was in college.”

He leans in closer, his eyes dark with desire as he listens intently to your story. You continue, describing the moment when you first heard someone sharing their sexual experiences and how it ignited a fire within you. The more you share, the more turned on Lawrence becomes, and you can’t help but feel a surge of arousal at his reaction.

“And ever since then,” you conclude, “I’ve been obsessed with hearing others talk about their sexual experiences.”

Lawrence lets out a low groan in response, his desire for you intensifying. “That is so incredibly hot,” he says, his voice deep and husky. “I can’t even begin to describe how aroused I am right now.”

Encouraged by his reaction, you decide to take things further by asking him about one of his fantasies. “Lawrence, have you ever thought about being recorded while having sex? Knowing that someone out there is listening and becoming aroused by the sounds of your passion?”

His eyes widen at the suggestion, and he nods slowly. “Yes,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve often fantasized about it.”

As he shares his fantasy with you, your breath quickens, and you lean in closer to him, their faces mere inches apart. The sexual tension between you is palpable, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body.

Slowly, almost tentatively, you reach out and place your hand on his thigh. He doesn’t flinch or pull away; instead, he looks into your eyes and smiles, giving you the green light to continue exploring his body. You run your fingers up his leg, feeling the taut muscles beneath his clothes, and he lets out a soft moan in response.

Emboldened by his reaction, you begin to undress him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his chiseled abs and toned chest. He returns the favor, gently removing your blouse and bra, exposing your full, round breasts. You can’t help but moan as his fingers graze your nipples, sending electric shocks straight to your core.

As you continue to explore each other’s bodies through clothes, you whisper in Lawrence’s ear, “I can’t wait to hear you tell me about this later.”

He groans in response, his desire for you intensifying. “I will,” he promises, his voice low and husky. “Every detail, every sensation.”

The sexual tension reaches a breaking point, and you find yourself drawn to Lawrence’s lips. You lean in, your mouth meeting his in a passionate kiss that sends sparks of pleasure throughout your entire being. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour as he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual dance that leaves you breathless.

As the intensity of your passion grows, you can’t help but wonder where this shared desire will lead you next. Will you continue to explore your mutual fetish together? Will you push each other to new heights of erotic experience? Only time will tell, but one thing is certain – with Lawrence by your side, the possibilities are endless.

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